I Have A Soul!!!

Before, I was disillusioned. I was angry and pissed off with the world. I didn't care about anything and everything. It was all meaningless to me. Nothing really mattered, people can suffer for all I care.

Then I took Political Philosophy.

It taught me to care again. It taught me "to take seriously the most serious things". It gave me hope once again. Suddenly things don't look so bleak. I thought I had lost my soul and, with it, any capacity for compassion. Glad to see it's still around.

How long will this intellectual orgasm last? It gives me a high that cannot be described. A high that has to keep on rising infinitely......

Human, All Too Human - A Rejoinder

Had a conversation with Jeremy today regarding overcoming the damn problem. Apparently it ties back to recalcitrance - do we continue to do so inspite of or mend our ways? Do we want to make the effort to treat divinity for its own sake or carry on being the self-centred, pompous bastards that, imo, we are. This, of course, if we take the moral standard and divinity to be true regardless.

If we do take it to be otherwise, then is it a normative ideal that is not suited for us humans? The utopian beauty that cannot be attained? If so, do we review the theories and try to draw up another that is achievable? Hmm...once again I find myself falling back into the same spiralling trap that sparked this whole thing off ---> acting as if we're above divinity. So much so that we think we can rewrite morality to be that much more palatable. Hypocrisy or not? Lowering the standards...hmm...

Human, All Too Human

I never really thought about god (in the generic sense) thoroughly all this while. But just now I was wondering why do we worship him/her(?). It's like if I worship him for security then am I not using him as a means to an end? Doesn't it make god instrumental in that sense? And because he's so omnipotent, why should he take all this shit from me? More importantly, because he's so omnipotent, who am I to treat him so?

So the counterargument goes: If I worship god for his own sake, then I should not ask anything of him. But I still do. So doesn't that make me that much more fucked up? Knowing and still doing it. I try to tell myself that whatever happens happens for a reason and that reason is his to know. But I'm still insecure about life and its frailties which makes me ask him for greater security. How how how how how?

Virgin Musings

Welcome to Exoteric Esotericism - my untouched sanctum where I seek solace from the plebeians who speak of issues like they know it all. Just like philosophy is deemed too dangerous for the vulgar masses, be sure that my blog is not meant for mindless comments.

Since philosophy is too much for plebeians to handle, this is the only haven where I can voice out my philosophical musings. Like Socrates, I share his love for philosophical inquiry into the epistemological nature of things. Sadly, I do not have an intelligent* crowd capable of satisfying this longing.

*: My friends, however, are far more intelligent than I but I do not see them often enough these days.